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Sweet Sixteen Part 6
By Beverley Ann Miles
Wednesday the second of January, and Alex was back at work in lingerie.
He knocked on the door to the security den at 8:45, and was let in by
Daniel, who locked it again behind him. He walked over to his cabinet,
unlocked the door, and took off his coat, shoes, socks, trousers and shirt.
Standing in just basque, panties and stockings, he inserted his false
breasts, then pulled on a satin chemise, and slipped the low-heeled shoes
on. Picking up his make-up kit, he then walked into the loo, and started
applying it.
There was no door on the loo cubicle--ostensibly so that the occupant
could see the screens even whilst otherwise engaged--and Alex and
Daniel exchanged the usual pleasantries--"Good morning," "Have a good
time off?" etc.
Daniel already had a CCTV camera in the room, and was watching the
lingerie clad Alex on a miniature screen hidden amongst the other clutter
on his desk. He was getting aroused again--he so needed this 'fix' every
day. And soon, he'd have Alex where he wanted him, he thought.
Make up done, and hair brushed out, Alex returned to his cabinet, and
pulled on a blouse and skirt. 'She' locks the cabinet, and heads out, down
to lingerie.
In the afternoon, the process is reversed, taking off 'her' blouse and skirt,
to walk into the loo to remove the make-up, then change into male outer
clothing. During these short interludes in his day, Daniel would act in an
increasingly distracted manner, and Alex noticed, but said nothing. He
was beginning to enjoy the effect he had on men--even those as repellent
as Daniel.
***
On the Monday evening after New Year, Alex entered the room and had
just taken off his outer clothes, but was still made up when Daniel called
out, "I have something--a magazine--that you may be interested in."
"Oh, yes. What is it?"
Daniel held it out, and Alex walked across to collect it. It had a glossy
cover, with 'Adults Only' flashed across one corner, and was called 'She-
males on Parade' The picture was of an extremely attractive and
curvaceous young 'lady', standing to attention, whilst wearing a pastiche
of a police uniform--low cut blouse, too short skirt, revealing stocking
tops, and black patent high heeled shoes.
Alex, took the magazine, leant back on the console next to Daniel, and
began to flick through. All the pictures featured 'girls' in uniform--
although it was quite clear that the central figure always had that
something extra between her legs. All the uniforms were abbreviated and
sexy; stockings and suspenders were a must, and it seemed that they were
either using very good prosthetics and make-up, or some of the models
must have had boob jobs, as there were a number of topless shots.
In many pictures, the model was being ordered around or chastised by
other, conventionally clad superiors. The implication was one of enforced
subservience, humiliation and submission. Alex found himself being
turned on.
"You want to borrow it?" asked Daniel. "Just bring it back in a few days."
"Oh yeah, thanks."
A few days later, when Alex returned it, Daniel had another for him to
borrow. 'She-male Submission' featured more of the same, but this time
lingerie-clad 'girls' serving either a dominatrix or well-endowed masters.
In many cases, short picture stories lead to the girls performing oral sex
on their dominator.
"I assume you don't just get these for me?" asked Alex of Daniel "So do
you jerk off with them?" Daniel blushed, but nodded.
Alex took this one home too.
***
Lying on the bed, Alex stoked his throbbing member through the lace
material. He was clad in the Phantasy basque and thong he'd got for
Christmas, along with the silk stockings and high heels, and was reading-
-well looking at 'She-male Submission'. He was imagining himself as the
subject of the pictures, and just knew he'd have to relieve the pressure
build up soon, when the 'phone rang.
It was quite late, so he assumed it was his dad, calling to check up on
him, but no. "Hi, Alex, it's Clive. How are you?"
"Oh, I'm doing great," he replied, intrigued. Clive had never called before.
"Er, are you expecting your dad home tomorrow night?"
"No. Why?" Curiouser and curiouser . . . .
"Well I have something for you, a sort of present," responded Clive, in a
bit of a rush. "And I've been thinking about New Years Eve, and I want
to see you again. To talk about what happened."
"OK," said Alex brightly. "About what time will you be 'round?"
"Eight o'clock?"
"Yeah, fine. Oh, do you want me dressed in any particular way?"
There was a pause at the other end of the line. "Whatever you're
comfortable in. See you then, bye."
"Bye."
***
The next evening, Alex didn't bother getting changed to go home. He
realised the only outer girl clothes he had was the clubbing outfit that
Vicky had given him?.?.?. and he didn't want to scare Clive off again! So it
was work uniform or nothing. He grabbed his male clothes and make-up
and stuffed them in his rucksack, then pulled on his suitably androgynous
coat. Daniel noted the lack of changing and wondered, but said nothing.
There was no comment or obvious notice taken of 'her' on the bus, and
Alex got home quite safely. He prepared and ate a light supper, then went
to tidy himself up. He stripped right down, and put on the Phantasy
lingerie, reapplied his make-up--more heavily for evening time, and put
his skirt and blouse back on. Then he went downstairs and tried to watch
television, and not to look at the clock. He failed.
He heard a car pull up outside, and a couple of minutes later, a knock at
the door. He opened it, to reveal Clive, very neatly dressed in a dark suit,
carrying a large, but light looking carrier bag.
"Hi there, er, Alexandra," he smiled, shyly.
"Hi. Come in." He stood aside to let his cousin in, and waved him into the
lounge, before closing the front door behind him. Alex followed him in,
and asked him if he wanted a drink.
"Yes please. Coffee?" Alex walked into the kitchen, and Clive followed,
stopping in the doorway to lean against the frame, hands in pockets. "I've
just realized," he announced, as Alex filled the kettle and switched it on,
"that's your uniform from work. Do you dress like that all the time?"
"Well, I do now. It's because I work in the lingerie department." Alex
paused, thinking. "Or maybe it's the other way around?"
Clive's eyes widened. "Lingerie? I bet you've got some nice stuff then?"
"Oh a few bits and pieces, but not much, well outerwear, because they
provide this uniform."
"Well," he started decisively. "You look great in it, what with the make-
up and hair, and?.?.?." he faded. Alex made the coffee and handed Clive the
mug. They both went back into the lounge, Alex turned the television off,
then sat down with Clive on the sofa.
"So what did you want to say to me?" began Alex, then he saw the carrier
bag again. "And what's in the bag?"
"The bag, yes." Clive handed it to Alex, who opened it. It contained the
bridesmaid's dress that had lead to the meeting, and the shoes, and a small
carrier bag, which contained a new unopened packet of cream lace-top
stockings. Clive explained, "Claire had a massive clear-out of clothes
before she went back to university, and I saw this stuffed into one of the
bags. I offered to take all the stuff to a charity shop near where I work."
"But you kept it. For me?"
He nodded, embarrassed now, but went on. "Well I sorted through all of
it, and saved things I thought you might like. Well actually, things I
thought I wanted to see you in!"
"You mean there's more?" Alex almost shouted with delight.
"Yes, it's in the car boot. But I wanted to see you in this outfit again."
Clive indicated the bridesmaid's dress. "I can go and get the other stuff
now if you want. Just don't move 'til I get back." Alex nodded.
Clive almost ran out to the car, and was back in a couple of minutes,
bearing four carrier bags, which he placed on the floor. He sat down on
the sofa again, next to Alex. "Can you get changed now?" Alex smiled
and nodded, then stood up. He moved to the centre of the room, and
began by unzipping the skirt, and letting it fall to the floor, then reached up
and slowly unbuttoned the blouse. Clive sat back in the sofa, coffee mug
in hand.
Alex pirouetted, clad only in the lilac satin short-body basque, thong,
camisole top, and black stockings. He walked back to the sofa, and
perched on the arm, to lean forward and unclip the stockings, which he
eased down his legs. Clive handed him the new packet. "I got them, as I
thought you'd appreciate new ones."
Alex's response was to pivot round so that he was kneeling on the sofa
cushions, and lean over, to lightly kiss Clive on the cheek. "Thank you,"
he said, then returned to his perch on the arm. He opened the packet,
pulled a stocking onto his arm so he could scrunch it up, and pushed his
foot into it. The incredible feeling of new stockings was an extra hit on top
of his already ecstatic state; smoothing it up his leg, he carefully clipped it
into place, standing briefly to check the straightness of the suspender
straps. He then did he other leg, stood up and walked over to the pink
shoes.
They were on the floor in front of the sofa, and he stood with his back to
cousin, and stepped into them, giving Clive a clear view of the long length
of his stocking-clad legs, the lace trim, and his almost naked buttocks: the
suspenders neatly framing the cleavage that concealed the down strip of
the thong. Shoes in place, Alex carefully walked away, hips undulating.
Clive was suddenly aware of his penis, swelling within his trousers, and
put the coffee mug down, before he spilt it.
Alex now stood, facing his cousin on the sofa, and reached down to the
hem of the camisole, and pulled it up, off over his head, then asked
"Could you help me with the dress, please?" Clive got up, and picked the
dress up, and held it out to Alex, who undid the buttons. "In case you
hadn't noticed, I've got some better boobs in today." said Alex. Clive
nodded his head--he certainly had noticed and was impressed "So I think
I need to step into the dress." They arranged it at a low level, Clive
holding the dress, so that Alex could step into it, whilst holding onto
Clive's shoulders for balance. Once in place, Alex pulled the dress up, and
slid his arms into the sleeves. Clive walked around behind Alex, and did
up the buttons, starting at the bottom.
Buttoned in, Alex carefully negotiated the room, the wide full skirts
swaying as his hips rose and fell, the underskirt rustling, and stockings
sussurrating as he moved. Clive looked on in admiration, his trousers
tented out by his erection.
"Oh yes, you look absolutely fantastic. Really sexy, and very attractive.
Come here."
Alex stalked towards him, eyes locked onto his, and walked into his
arms. His hands met Clive's chest and slid upwards, one to rest on a
shoulder, whilst the other insinuated itself behind his neck. In his turn,
Clive's hands met Alex's waist; one slid up to Alex's bare upper back,
whilst he other slid down to hold his buttock through the soft material.
They continued the momentum and tilted their heads, to kiss, lips to lips.
Neither of them had kissed another man before, but Clive took charge,
and pressing forward, insinuated his tongue into Alex's mouth, while
pulling him closer. Alex revelled in submitting control of the situation to
Clive, his mouth was penetrated, and he could feel the erection against his
thigh.
They kissed for a while, then broke, and just held each other. With the
five-inch heels on, Alex and Clive were the same height, eye-to-eye. Alex
asked, "So you're OK with all this now?"
Clive smiled back. "Well, I just couldn't stop thinking about you, in that
dress, and it kept turning me on. I know now that I want you. "
"How do you want me?"
"I think you know exactly what I want," he said.
"But I want to hear you ask," said Alex, teasingly, pulling away from
him. He swayed over to the sofa, and carefully arranging his skirts, sat
down. Clive followed and stood in front of 'her', his groin at face level.
"I want," he began?.?.?. "you to take my stiff cock, and put it into your
mouth. I want you to wash the knob with your tongue, and suck the shaft
between your soft lips. I want to fuck your mouth, and shoot my hot
spunk into it!"
"Your wish is my command," Alex replied. He reached up, and undid the
belt, and released Clive's trousers, which fell to his knees. Then with both
hands he eased his shorts down his legs, to reveal the object of his desire.
His cousin stood, hands on his hips, holding his now unbuttoned shirt out
of the way, looking down at his fellatrix.
The rounded crown of the penis was half hooded, and Alex reached up to
pull the skin down to expose it fully. Clive shuddered and sighed, as
fingers curved around the rigid shaft and eased the foreskin back. The
fully revealed knob was smooth and pink, except for a purple fold of skin
that ran from the groove to the slit on the underside. The shaft was firm,
and featured bulging veins along its length, and the hair covered ball sacks
were taught. From the balls to the slit at the tip, it measured a clear seven
inches and was a full handful in girth.
Alex pulled the shaft down towards his mouth and leaned forward and
kissed the knob, before opening his mouth to extend his tongue, and lick
the rounded end. He took care to moisten the entire surface, and pushed
the tip of his tongue into the groove around the base of the knob. Then he
let go of the shaft, which sprang back up to Clive's belly, so Alex bent
down, and proceeded to lick the entire length from root to tip.
The erect penis now gleamed wet with Alex's saliva. He held it still with
the tips of his fingers, and raising his head, opened his mouth wide to
dive down and fully engulf the knob. Alex closed his lips to grip the
intruder, and slid down the shaft, sucking hard, until he could take in no
more--a good half of the shaft was hidden. He backed off to avoid
gagging, and slid his lips back up the shaft. Slowly, he repeated the
movement several times.
Clive groaned with pleasure, and Alex felt as if the cock filling his mouth
had swollen even more. Hands clasped his shoulders, as Clive lent further
forward, changing his angle of penetration.
Alex stopped moving, and his tongue re-explored the cock within his
mouth, then started to nod his head, back and forth. The movement was
quicker, but shallower than before, and he tightened his lips to better sense
the texture of the meaty gob-stopper. Very gently at first, but increasing
with confidence, Clive started to buck his hips back and forth, acting in
counterpoint to Alex's nods, increasing the length of the stroke.
Clive began to cry out with pleasure, mainly inarticulate noises, but Alex
hears an occasional "Alex! Oh yes!" In return, Alex "hmmed" around the
very effective gag, especially when he felt the hands move from his
shoulders to his head; Fingers curled into his long hair, and his head was
held quite still. Clive's cock continued to plunge in and out between the
sucking lips of his kneeling cousin, his hips now thrusting violently back
and forth.
Alex was almost helpless, his mouth being aggressively fucked. To have
no apparent control over the situation was incredibly erotic, and he was
aware of his own hardness between his legs. He was thankful for the tight
thong and voluminous skirts, which hid all from view.
The pumping action slowed again, and Clive was now calling out with
each successive stoke. Alex held his tongue to wash the knob and caress
the underside of the shaft on each penetration. He felt a shuddering
vibration in the shaft, and thought, 'this is it, he's coming.' Clive's hips
bucked one last time, and he rammed his cock deep into Alex's mouth,
and held it there.
Alex felt the pulsing surge in the shaft.
His mouth was impossibly full of the muscular member, and he started to
swallow in anticipation. He felt the spunk spurt out of the end, splatting
straight against the back of his throat, to slide down. But there was too
much--too much cock in his mouth, and too much of the hot salty liquid,
and he couldn't swallow fast enough. His mouth filled with the sticky
fluid, and it began to seep out between the shaft and his lips; he pressed
back against the hands holding him, and they gave way, the cock
withdrew until only the tip was still contained. The leakage stopped, and
Alex used his fingers to catch the few stray drops before they fell to the
dress.
"Oh wow!" said Clive. "That was incredible."
Alex, unable to speak yet, "Hmmed" and nodded in agreement, smiling.
Clive helped Alex to get out of the dress, then Alex changed his stockings
back to a less valuable pair. He then went exploring in the other carrier
bags, dressed only in lingerie. Clive, watching from the sofa whilst he
recovered from his exertions, found himself starting to harden again--
much to his amazement.
Alex turned up a soft pink pullover, with elbow length sleeves and a slash
neck, together with a faded blue denim skirt, which he put on. Clive found
he could relax a bit now that 'Alexandra' was a bit more covered up, and
he stood up and secured his clothing, then offered to make some tea. Alex
mumbled yes please from amongst the collection of bags, now spread all
over the floor.
When Clive returned, mugs in hand, the room was relatively tidy. Alex
looked up at him.
"Well, there's one bag of stuff." he indicated one by the door "That I'm
not going to wear. Don't worry, it's the more boring practical stuff--I've
kept the sexy stuff! I suspect your sister thought she'd become more
mature now she's away from home--but it's perfect for me."
"Oh good." said Clive, relieved.
"So, next time you come, I'll do you a fashion parade."
***
Vicky watched Alex throughout the morning.
"What is up with you?" she asked. "You've been grinning and smiling to
yourself since you got here. You look like the cat that got the cream!"
Alex smiled back "Almost right" he said, teasingly.
Vicky thought for a minute, then laughed "You mean . . . You got the
cream?"
"Oh yes. Come on, into the stock room. I've just got to tell someone!"
(To be Continued -- Soon)
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